Baskadia

For ages have I traversed

In quest of the secret;

My solutions and resolutions

Remain in verses.

Tears and laughters,

Dullness and liveliness;

Have I questioned

With conclusions in verses.

Love and hatred,

Care and mistreatment;

Have I wondered

To end in verses.

Beauty and ugliness,

Riches and poverty;

Have I imagined

But all in verses.

Think of a nice day:

The pasture is green,

Trees swaying

And birds singing;

The animals,

Both wild and tame,

Together racing

For peace prevails

No harm or pain,

No labor to excite,

No pain affliction

For all is poetry.